an ode to klimt

 

how do you center a collection for klimt in kaleidoscopic variety without a trace of gold? be not afraid of the gentle weaving, she will wear it on her hands.

expressionism

someone at work said, "emulate a more vernacular feel," which turned into a hand painted sign. think about it.

barbaric

I can't claim myself to be trilingual any longer

because lan-tongue-uage evades.

Und wohin verschwindet mein Versuch?

i s'ćim da se pomirim?

recently, i have attributed faces of familiarity (even estranged) upon the people of san francisco.  i see you almost always, and i bare with me a smile and the want for a wave, but you walk on past- busy with your deadlines and appointments.

it is notable of my brain, to manipulate what bone and skin hold to be permanent. perhaps my eyes aid with soft blurs and steady conviction.  it is as if, all the generic attributes tie in, and i assign structure and in the end, even the sheer sight of humanity reminds me of you.

my innerlichkeit (not sachlichkeit)

i want to breathe more sensual than social
instincts. i know you. i know what happens
when i close comparison. let us envy
inwardly, the culture of. and admit to the newness
in following feeling, out burden of sight, a curve
feels sweeter blanketed by the lids of our eyes.